Twenty Four Years

Twenty Four years ago Mrs Smith agreed to become Mrs Smith. When she married the callow and nervous youth on the right she probably didn't guess she would end up with the knob on the left.

Anyway, she's still digging in God bless her.

Momentous event tonight as we are going out for dinner without arranging a babysitter. We reckon Ruby is old enough now to look after the twins and herself. I have bought a crate of J2O, boxes of crisps and The Lorax on DVD. Plus we are only a five minute walk, or two minute sprint, away in case there's an "emergency".

The happy couple.